Seynt Stevene was a clerk,
In kyng Herowdės halle,
And servyd him of bred and cloth,
As every kyng befalle.
Stevyn out of Kechoun cam,
Wyth boris bed on honde,
He saw a sterr was fayr and bryght
Over Bedlem stonde.
He kyst adoun the bores hed,
And went into the halle: